Blackhaze shuffles uncomfortably,
“Not really... not exactly... we’ll. Just one night? Twice..... honest I swear I would never have if I’d have known you even existed. I thought I Wallis have been alone forever. I didn’t... I just...” I wanted a part of me to live on after I died. I wanted to rub it in Dawnstars smug face that she’d given shelter to my kin. I was cruel. I’m a monster. I do terrible things sometimes. “It happened.” The one cat we all agree on and you go and do this garbage. Stinkin idiot. Rakta spoke up for once. Their shared head agreeed on one thing, they hated themselves.
Wait, did illicit not like happy things? And he hadn’t been a happy kit.
“I wasn’t a happy kit. In fact the moment I turned an apprentice I went on a killing spree. That’s not even fair. Kits aren’t all bad. You want a murderous kit, I’ll find you one. You want a crazy kit, there are loads. Not all of them are happy.” His voice raising just a bit more. He had two sons. Wait a second.
“What happens when I get my memory back and I want to stay in my clan?” He asked with narrowed eyes. Was he the one who always had to jump though hoops?
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Cobra (I don’t know how this got lost I’m so so sorry.)